Olivia’s POV

Weeks had passed since the chaos of Mia’s birthday party, and life was gradually settling into a tentative rhythm. I was in a car, heading to a critical work meeting, my phone pressed to my ear as Grace’s animated voice bubbled through the line.

“What do you think about green for the baby shower theme?” she asked, her enthusiasm infectious even over the call.

I peered out the window, the city’s pulse unfolding beyond the glass. “It’s a fresh, bold ...